Fevre dreams

[marycrawford]

When I get overheated or feverish or whatever at night, I get weird dreams. But not always bad ones. SO dreamed about zombies (They came from a fridge full of rotten meat! I find that a completely convincing detail).

I dreamed about a book that was a Hercules fanzine, except it was
a) a beautifully bound book with a silver embossed cover (it had Iolaus' manaia on it, and a hydra motif around the edges)
b) filled with stories, illos and comic strips by pro writers and artists.

It had a Hercules & Iolaus comic strip by Goscinny and Uderzo, of Astérix fame. And of course, I had just started reading it...and woke up.

And I realized that the Goscinny & Uderzo part did make sense, sort of. A not-exactly-tall, smartass blond swordsman and a really big, easy-going, freakishly strong guy who are best friends and have adventures together? Gee, that wouldn't have been so tough for them to write or draw...

I still want to read the rest of the book. Dammit.

Comments

[ltlj.livejournal.com]

I wish your dream was true too; the book sounds beautiful.

I have those same kinds of dreams, about new books or new movies or lost episodes of my favorite shows, and they're always fantastic, until I wake up pissed because I can't remember the stories.

[marycrawford.livejournal.com]

I remember you mentioned a dream where Hercules and Iolaus were in a sort of prehistoric world. I want more dreams like that. Except, yeah, then you wake up, and it's never at the right time...

[dragovianknight.livejournal.com]

I hate dreams like that. Nothing pisses me off more than not getting to finish reading.

[falzalot.livejournal.com]

That beats my dream, where I was halfway through getting my hair cut, and the gal decided she needed to take a lunch break, and never finished.

And then they started having a special on, er, male waxing, and the whole place was getting crowded with all these guys lying down with just a towel and hi-top tennis shoes on, while I was wandering around with my hair half-cut and looking really dorky. I was trying to tell people that laser is much easier, albeit more expensive, but the people I was talking to kept morphing into other people. And then my clothes disappeared too, but I didn't WANT any waxing, dammit!

And considering there were no screams of agony, I really don't think they were actually doing any waxing in there -- it must've been a coverup for a prostitution ring or something.

Waaah - I want Herc & Iolaus fic dreams!

[kseenaa.livejournal.com]

I never thought of that connection between Hercules and Iolaus and Astréx and Obelix. :-) How cool! I love that comic!